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Updated: May 31, 2025
"I'm one of a spacer's crew, not the member of any colony!" Dalgard stared at the stranger. His guess had been right. A new ship, another ship which had recently crossed deep space to find them had flown the dark wastes even as the First Elders had done! It must be that more outlaws had come to find a new home! This was wonderful news, news he must take to Homeport.
Did he believe that Those Others would allow any colony to be established on a world they ruled? "There will be no future for you here," he spoke slowly, trying with all his power to get through to the other. "They will not allow you to found another Homeport. You will have no colony " "Will you get it into your thick head," burst out the pilot, "that I'm not here to start a colony!
"They are of his tribe," the other explained, sensing that Raf could not understand. "They came here to try to save him, for he is one of their Speakers-for-Many." "Who are they? Who are you?" Raf asked the two questions which had been with him ever since the wild adventure had begun. "They are the People-of-the-Sea, our friends, our knife brothers. And I am of Homeport.
He still held to the hope that Raf, with what Raf carried, could succeed in the only project which would mean, perhaps not his safety nor the safety of the tribe he now marched among, but the eventual safety of Astra itself, the safety of all the harmless people of the sea, the little creatures of the grass and the sky, of his own land at Homeport.
If he had not secretly known that aversion, he would not have been able to destroy the globe and the treasures piled about it. "But" his protest was hot, angry "we are not them! We can do much for you." "Can you?" The calm question sank into his mind as might a stone into a troubled pool, and the ripples of its passing changed an idea or two. "I wish that you might see Homeport.
He headed up the officers' lift toward the control room, where he could see Meloa swim into view and later see the homeport of Kordule as they landed. The pilot and navigator were replacements, sent out to bring the old ship home, and their faces showed none of the jubilation of the crew. They nodded at him as he entered, staring toward the screens without expression.
But the few destructive arms they had imported were long since worn out or lacked charges, and they had not been able to duplicate them. Just as they had torn asunder the ship in which they had crossed space, to use its parts for the building of Homeport, so had they hoarded all else they had brought.
But if he could only make the right move would make it The scout from Homeport had no idea what was in store for him, but with one of his own breed here and suspicious of the aliens he had at least a slim chance. He snapped the thread of communication. Now he must be ready for any opportunity Raf watched that amazing apparition go out of the room below.
Here were none of the domed farm buildings, the monorail tracks, the other relics one could find about Homeport. This wide-open land could have been always a wilderness, left to the animals of Astra for their own. Dalgard speculated upon that, his busy imagination supplying various reasons for such tract. Then the voiceless communication of his companion provided an explanation.
And while he prepared to answer them, another part of him watched and listened, waiting for the attack he was sure would come. "You are who what?" He forced a look of astonishment. Nor did he make the mistake of answering that mentally. If Those Others did not know he could use the mind speech, why betray his power? "I am of the stars," he answered slowly, aloud, using the speech of Homeport.
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